Much atwitter about nothing
Twitter is the Keanu Reeves of the internet. I imagine a big budget film in 1994. It has big guns, big names, the perfect script, and Oscar written all over it. Spielberg already has the project and...
View ArticleRobert Paul Stephens cold case comes to end
God, it was hot. Baugh Road sat right on the edge of the Pickens and Anderson County line. Everything smelled burned and mosquitoes were swimming in the humid air. I was sweating into pair of wrinkled...
View ArticleMark Sanford boned me
Barbecue makes me hot, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Whether the sauce is based in ketchup, mustard, or vinegar, it might as well be Spanish Fly shaken with raw oyster liquor. I moved to the South...
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Balloon Boy is your fault
This is your fault. Certainly, there’s a lot of blame to go around, but most of the people who are pointing fingers at the Henne family tonight should turn off their TV and look at the screen’s...
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Journalism and the Palmetto State of play
Union County, South Carolina was barely on the map in 1993. There was no easy way to get there by interstate highway. It wasn’t even the place drivers ended up by accident. It was one of those places...
View ArticleM&Ms
Nassau, Bahamas–The little girl behind me wants an M&M. I know this because she repeated what she wanted for five consecutive minutes, only taking breaks to take giant breaths that would propel...
View ArticleResponsibility, the internet’s condom
If you have the clap and somebody wants to get in your pants, whose job is it to tell that person that you have the clap? That’s the question I posed this morning as my mouth hung agape. A television...
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Charles Wakefield, finally free
It was, in the jargon of my people, a scoop. I happened on it almost by accident. I had a habit of checking through probation, pardon, and parole records to see who was staying in prison and who was...
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Cracking the comments code
This may surprise you, but I know a little more about crack cocaine than the average 37-year-old guy who grew up in a semi-rural community in southwest Missouri. I know how it’s made, how much it...
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The F5 Nobody: A terrible idea to stop spree killers
When I was young, I had a recurring dream that the man who lived down the street planned to kill me. In reality, the guy worked for City Utilities and drove a green work truck. In my dreams, he crept...
View ArticleIf you don’t want an answer…
Journalism is at its roots a practice in asking questions. The more questions you ask, the more answers you stand to get, the more you can do your job of informing the public. Sometimes-and frankly,...
View ArticleIf you don’t want an answer…
Journalism is at its roots a practice in asking questions. The more questions you ask, the more answers you stand to get, the more you can do your job of informing the public. Sometimes-and frankly,...
View ArticleMuch atwitter about nothing
Twitter is the Keanu Reeves of the internet. I imagine a big budget film in 1994. It has big guns, big names, the perfect script, and Oscar written all over it. Spielberg already has the project and...
View ArticleRobert Paul Stephens cold case comes to end
God, it was hot. Baugh Road sat right on the edge of the Pickens and Anderson County line. Everything smelled burned and mosquitoes were swimming in the humid air. I was sweating into pair of wrinkled...
View ArticleMark Sanford boned me
Barbecue makes me hot, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Whether the sauce is based in ketchup, mustard, or vinegar, it might as well be Spanish Fly shaken with raw oyster liquor. I moved to the South...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Balloon Boy is your fault
This is your fault. Certainly, there’s a lot of blame to go around, but most of the people who are pointing fingers at the Henne family tonight should turn off their TV and look at the screen’s...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Journalism and the Palmetto State of play
Union County, South Carolina was barely on the map in 1993. There was no easy way to get there by interstate highway. It wasn’t even the place drivers ended up by accident. It was one of those places...
View ArticleResponsibility, the internet’s condom
If you have the clap and somebody wants to get in your pants, whose job is it to tell that person that you have the clap? That’s the question I posed this morning as my mouth hung agape. A television...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Charles Wakefield, finally free
It was, in the jargon of my people, a scoop. I happened on it almost by accident. I had a habit of checking through probation, pardon, and parole records to see who was staying in prison and who was...
View ArticleClik here to view.
Cracking the comments code
This may surprise you, but I know a little more about crack cocaine than the average 37-year-old guy who grew up in a semi-rural community in southwest Missouri. I know how it’s made, how much it...
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